7 - Boxes

*Remind me to never piss you off. – Sid*
Between graduation and her going away party at the Shack, Camille and Priscilla did quite a bit of work for their little company. It had started out as a school project where they had to create a business, work up a business model, finances and advertising. From there, it bloomed and became reality.
Three years later and they had a real business. It was registered and they had to “pay taxes and everything.” Ryder and his accounting firm handled the financial side of it and both girls were grateful. Neither of them really understood the details of it and barely understood the paychecks that they received.
A large portion of their profits went into a trust for the company that they formed. It could not be used until both girls had graduated college. Leave it to Trigg to find a clause like that to ensure that they both attended and graduated college.
Originally, the business was called Two Girls and a Computer, but then *that* video resurfaced, and it became Two Friends. It had changed names a few times over the last few years, but it had always fallen under the DS Holdings umbrella. Especially since no one would take two high school kids seriously. And certainly not when they still had to be driven to meetings.
The party still raged at the front of the clubhouse and Camille sat in her reading alcove deciding which sets of her encyclopedias to take. She would definitely be taking the almanacs that Michaela bought her. Taking another swig of her mezcal, a gift from motherhouse president, Brute, she debated the encyclopedias in German, but had yet to master that language.
She settled on the old standard of her Encyclopedia Brittanica and the set for science and technology. At the last minute, she placed her encyclopedias of sailing vessels and modern ships in her stack. Standing in her little alcove, she kept looking at the black leather-bound book with gold lettering.
“It’s calling to yeh, lass,” Nessie said from the doorway. “Yeh should listen and take it.”
“Why?”
“It’ll tell yeh, when yer ready.” She smiled at the younger girl. “I brought yeh some cake. Yeh need more than jest yer worm juice.”
Laughing, Camille placed the lid back on the mezcal bottle and accepted the cake and scoop of ice cream. The cake had been decorated with the state of Louisiana and tiger stripes in gold and purple along the sides and a Massachusetts state flag in the center of the star where LSU was located in Baton Rouge. Looking at the cake, she discovered that it was also striped purple and gold inside.
“Nessie, I’m going to miss your cooking.”
“Nacht,” she waved away the sentiment, “yeh’ll have too much going on to worry about me cooking. Maybe yeh’ll learn to cook yerself.”
“Yeah,” Camille laughed, “I’ll cook *myself* alright. I’m a menace in the kitchen.”
Nessie’s usually bright green eyes were a pale green and that always creeped Camille out. “We’ll see.” Was all that the older woman said before she blinked, and her eyes became their regular color. With a knowing smile, she turned to leave and then stopped just outside the doorway.
“That mon can still make me wish I had a pecker.”
Continuing to eat her cake and ice cream, Camille stepped to the doorway and watched as Clay gave his husband a blowjob. “I just my jaw to open like that. Is he half boa constrictor?”
“More like anaconda.” Nessie giggled. “And he is now.”
Three days later as they moved Camille into her dorm, she was still giggling at Nessie and her comment about the gay couple. She was rooming with another athlete, Shaniquia, who was on a basketball scholarship. The tall dark-skinned girl looked at the nerdy blonde girl and sneered.
It didn’t take long for Camille to realize that she would spend more time at the clubhouse than the dorm. This was confirmed when the other two girls in the adjoining room were just as unwelcoming. The other three were all on the basketball team together and she was the odd man out. Or woman in this case.
The swim team was a much smaller group, and she was only one of three incoming freshmen for the team. As an out of state freshman, she was required to have a dorm room. But they couldn’t make her stay there.
Once her bookshelf was set up and a new set of encyclopedias was placed, they headed out to the clubhouse. Sid already had a list of items to get from the local box store. The plan was to get her set up in both places before heading to the store. Sid and no intention to make multiple stops at the same place.
Trigg climbed into the rented SUV while Sid and Camille got into the Jeep Wrangler. After clicking her seatbelt, Sid grinned at her daughter.
“Gosh, they sure seemed friendly.”
“Right,” Camille laughed as she put the engine in gear and headed out of the parking lot. “Let’s hope that the club girls are a little better.”
“You know they’re more likely to be like the ones at your dad’s club than Karan’s girls.”
Pulling out her best Nessie impersonation, she grinned at her mom, “They’re still jest people. Put their pants on the same as yeh. And take a dick the same as yeh.”
“Eyes on the road,” Sid laughed. “Cashed in any of those cards yet?”
“Smooth, mom,” she rolled her eyes. “No, I haven’t cashed in my V-card yet.”
“Maybe down here they’ll see you as a woman and not a president’s daughter.”
“Maybe.” She agreed with her mom but doubted it. “Unless dad pushes his authority around.”
“I’ll handle your dad.”
“Believe me I’ve heard you handle him.”
“Behave,” Sid warned with a grin, “or I’ll give you details.”
“Please, don’t.” Camille begged as they stopped at an intersection.
A short drive later, after a quick stop for fries and drinks, they pulled into the clubhouse parking lot. The prospect pointed over where she should park and then started moving her boxes and books into the room that they had given her.
While the Cajuns were thrilled to be moving her into the clubhouse, Gator had made it clear when they were there in spring that she was off-limits. Camille very quickly became everyone’s little sister.
It was something she was used to. She didn’t have the sexy looks of her sisters. Or the confidence of her brothers.
Camille was nerdy, quiet and easily overlooked. Her swimmers build made her appear weak and nimble. She often tripped over her own feet, moving better in water than on land. Her high school swim and dive coach had them in the gym during class and the pool during practice. And hanging out with Taz and Priscilla had her holding her own in fights.
“Did you bring anything other than books?” Trigg huffed.
“Yes. Oh!”
As if remembering something, she started looking around at the different boxes. Not finding the one she needed, she went back down the hall. At the soft squeal, her parents found her in the main room digging through a box in a prospect’s hands.
“Ah-hah!” Camille exclaimed as she pulled out a large hot pink vibrator.
“Why do you have a vibrator?” Trigg demanded as Sid shook her head.
“Why do you have your sister’s vibrator?” she asked as her youngest daughter placed the sex toy in the outstretched hand.
Camille shrugged. “She pissed me off.”
“Where is the charge cord?”
“In the drawer, I guess. I didn’t take it.” Camille raised a hand to cover her yawn.
“You need to go lay down.” Her mom said using the hot pink phallic to point down the hall.
“Watch where you point that thing!” Trigg demanded. “I do not want something that has been inside any of my daughters touching me!”
As Camille walked by, she gave her dad a wet Willie in his ear.
“Girl!” Trigg warned with a finger in his ear. “Until you are eighteen-.”
“-I am still a minor and you will punish me as you see fit.” She called down the hallway. “Tink!”
The standard Doberman that was standing by Sid ran down the hall to his mistress.
“Take a break, it’s nap time.” Trigg sat down after his declaration as Sid took the toy out to the car.
“That’s it? She’s tired, so everything stops?” the prospect with the box asked.
“She has chronic insomnia. She hasn’t slept in two days.”
“Now Darkness has someone to hang out with.” Priest said as he sat on a couch. “How long will she sleep?”
“Five minutes. Twelve hours.” He said absently as he pulled a book out of a box. “How many encyclopedias does she have?”
“It’s easier to ask how many she doesn’t have.” Sid reminded her as she walked back into the clubhouse.